Mine is the castle of Albatroz. Woe to the one who disturbs the echoes who sleep here!
We do not encourage guests.
There’s a commotion outside. Someone is blowing a horn and knocking on the door. He’s shouting, “Is there anyone home? Anyone who will give a knight some hospitality?”
I slide open the grate so he can see the tip of my huge nose. “What do you want?”
“Can I enter?”
“No, no, no!” cry the echoes.
I change my mind. “Such a fine looking gentleman will do us no harm.”
“Harm! Harm!” cry the echoes.
“Come in and be my husband. You will live with me,” I say, opening the door.
I lock it behind him. He’s mine now.